Callan

I plopped down in the leather armchair I know for a fact is his and then waited. I heard the gravel in the driveway and then I heard the key in the lock. I placed my elbow in the armrest and rested my arms with my gun in hand, as I leaned back in his chair. My face is visible, I want him to know it is me. He remembered me, you don't usually forget the face of the man who beats you that badly. I heard the clacking of his shitty work shoes before he stopped short. His eyes darted around to take in the scene, but before...